Reconstruction

Reconstruction
The surgeon goes about his business daily giving little thought to the
plying of plastic-
pink firm flawless new specially - developed adhesive skin almost real
worked on for
years in laboratories of note by experts in deceit - to the people
scarred ugly old dissatisfied disfigured desperate or whatever the
reason is who queue out of his waiting room out the door unpretentious
down the path to the street and around the corner just like at the
movies on a Saturday night when there's a good flick showing maybe a
'chick flick' that'll be good for warming up the girls for an animated
sort of fuck later on.

No to him it's a job fairly rewarding after all the world's a prettier
place for all his work wouldn't you say well hell who wants to look at
all that ugliness pain accidents of birth or bitterness old age fed up
with living this life or that so he's doing them and the world a huge
favour really wouldn't you say. In fact probably in no time flat you'll
see him winning the Nobel Peace Prize up there getting his award
flanked by all those other humanitarians talking behind their hands
while he accepting his award pledges(himself) to continue the fight the
war total terrible bloody ferocious (against all odds) relentless until
the total annihilation of ugliness has been achieved.

YesYesYes oh Yes
Fatuous and with one stretched synthetic face
the crowd genuflects in unison
creating a tidal wave of adulation.

And
I nurse a tiny scar on my hand
Safely tucked inside my sleeve.

Judith Morgan